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 Jun 2018 Lorenzo Neltje
skyler
let's have a meeting
on the bathroom floor
doesn't matter where
my place or yours
you can poor a drink
and i'll poor my eyes out
i'll tell you what i hate about you
until you just blackout
because you just drown problems
and i am one of them too
because you never cared about me
i was nothing to you
then when you're passed out
and my lungs ache from crying
i'll tell your unconscious self
you made me feel like dying
but then i'd brush your hair back
and drag you to bed
tuck you in to sleep
and kiss your forehead
i would tell you sweet dreams
and feel my chest burn
i hate you for lying
but it seems i never learn
i would care for you
on your death bed
because unlike you
i meant the love that i said

s.s
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An expanded meaning,
referring variously to literal bodies and to
the vegetative nervous system which controls vital functions.

She has been made a constellation
and is destined to outlast the contestants.
The germs develop first in seven segments,
some people may actually fall from their beds.

When I was casting
in these works the term took on
suggestion of how one might view the work,
gestures but also the placement and movement.

It might have been a drag queen –
Some well-formed whole constructed from
something in you that is no longer functioning.

When you dream about an accidental death
of any person,
that person’s death symbolizes Macrophobia.
© A H Butler

Second attempt at using the cut-up technique to compose.
Anguish poured over

               its open and avoidable.

                              He goes to the bathroom down the hall.

                                             I’m so glad I

                                             am not alone.
© A H Butler
Knowing then what I know now, would never have been fun.

“Life is a just a series of choices. Today yours are good ones.”

Where was this fortune cookie when I made all those seemingly bad decisions?

The girl with the cigarettes,
The girl from the internet,
The girl that I let get away.

Knowing then what I know now would never have been fun.

I would have never learned my lessons,  not a single one.
I think of “bad relationships” as more of a self discovery of sorts.
I took away from those relationships some useful knowledge about my self. I can say it’s helped a lot.
Unexpectedly, my ship started to sink,
Sea pushing from all sides,
I didn't care until it was too late,
Was always moving with the tides.

Wish I was a good swimmer,
Not herded around by the moon,
A mess, drowning in my muddy flaws,
Fear I'll be at the bottom of the ocean soon.

My family threw a lifevest,
No longer have strength to hold on,
Will I completely lose myself at sea?
Where has happiness gone?
It ends abruptly but i like it still
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